Gene tugged at the collar on his black, company issued, two size too large shirt. His smile drooped one half a centimeter on the left side of his face. His left hand fingers gripped the bag, inside sat my cheeseburger and large fry. Gene’s hand held the small microphone to his mouth. “Ron.” “Right here.” I took the bag. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” His eyes fixed on the bag as he spoke. “Have a good night.” My back pressed against the door as my legs pushed me out of the restaurant. Gene’s shoulders fell from their raised, labored position to a slouched position as he retreated to the kitchen.
Gene tugged at the collar on his black, company issued, two size too large shirt. His smile drooped one half a centimeter on the left side of his face. His left hand fingers gripped the bag, inside sat my cheeseburger and large fry.
ReplyDeleteGene’s hand held the small microphone to his mouth. “Ron.”
“Right here.” I took the bag. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” His eyes fixed on the bag as he spoke. “Have a good night.”
My back pressed against the door as my legs pushed me out of the restaurant. Gene’s shoulders fell from their raised, labored position to a slouched position as he retreated to the kitchen.